News gets around, and the princess's ears are always pricked to hear it. Even the smallest shift in harmony can lead to great turmoil and calamity. A teahouse isn't going to fell the Great Dragon's blood, but it is wise to be cautious. Or so Lian would safely advise if anyone probed for her reasoning.

Tea! How long had it been?! Too long by far since the soothing notes have graced her royal tongue. The days are warm and humid in the thickly forested valley of the Tianlong, but Lian seems to float on air as she winds the path to the little shop. She is undeterred by summer's warmth and most impressively of all, her fur remains silky and sleek instead of a frizz-fest.

The lotus sweeps into the shop, pristine as porcelain as her eyes flit from one detail to the next. The teahouse is small, but the space is well-utilized and doesn't feel cramped. In the princess's jaws is clamped a bundle of chamomile. She isn't sure what kind of payment may be best received but felt additional product for the shop was a safe bet.

Myrrh has always been such a quiet presence in the Tianlong, but Lian is glad to see whatever ambitions she has still managed to be realized. Such is the glory of the Tianlong.

With a sweep of her tail, the princess draws close to the proprietor of the teahouse, a warm smile upon her features. Good afternoon!